Hm… “okay… as long as you arent bored within a few days of being there…“ he’d get in touch with her ex husband to get some more of her things, he knew she had a laptop somewhere, why it hadn’t been with her things he’d brought Law didnt know. Apparently she wrote books…
If she wanted to write at the house though it’d mean buying writing pads, pens, Law didnt exactly have them handy in the house, really it was just a place he slept… he’d yet to really turn it into a home.
Perhaps now was a good a time as any.
“Also, I’ve made arrangements for you to join me at the local gym for physiotherapy… it’d save you having to go to the hospital once every week for couple of months, I hope you don’t mind” she could of course chose the day in the week, it was merely a precaution, free gym trips on his membership. She’d been under life support for a long time, immobile, muscle that she had before the coma had been lost, he’d been surprised that she could even stand up straight away without the use of crutches.
Backing into a spot in the parking lot, Law cut the engine “well here we are“ Man he had not been shopping with a woman in a while, last time he had they’d ended up arguing in the middle of an isle over whether or not a bouquet of flowers was really necessary. It wasn’t.
She broke up with him not long after. His wallet had been so much happier since.
She replied, giving him a weak smile. Having the chance to gym again was something she would definitely be grateful for, along with not sleeping in the open because her ex husband decided to be a complete asshole. After months of being in a comatose state she had lost a lot of muscle and tone and as result she looked veryskinny. She had always been athletic, with a generous bosom and defined legs and arms, now with all that muscle gone and after all that time in that hospital’s bed her skin tone was even paler than usual, that white that she knew that she should start using sunscreen or she’d get an awful sunburn.
— ❝ Oh, thank you very much…❞
Her amber hues looked as she entered the groceries. He was being so kind that she started to feel bad about all that again. Monet shooked her head mentally. She was going to cook for him everyday until she left his house, wasn’t that enough? Maybe it wasn’t, but she’d find the way to thank him for all he did eventually.
— ❝ At what time do you have to go back to the hospital today?❞
She suddenly asked. If he had to return soon she’d rush shopping and cooking that afternoon.
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